Wicked Nights Blog Hop

Ah, yeah, we all love ’em. Wicked nights, filled with wicked loving and of course…wicked heroes!

And do I have a wicked hero for you. Meet Angus Lowe, the hot, alpha, Australian landscaper. A hero who aches for his woman – so much so, he’s willing to use any method possible to make her realize he’s the only man for her. (Even if he soon comes to understand he’s not.)

Confused? Read further for the blurb and an excerpt from Summer Wine. They should help clear matters up.

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SUMMER WINE: The blurb

Two men, one woman, and a romantic vineyard. Summer’s never been this hot…

Tastes of Seduction, Book 1

Angus Lowe feels like he’s just stepped onto the set of Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous. He’s checking out a luxurious boutique hotel and winery, lured by the possibility of landscaping the gardens. And he’s crazy mad about the woman giving him the tour.

Problem is, Lily Hemington is way out of his league. Not only does she live the lifestyle of the rich and famous, she is also crazy mad about the owner of the hotel, Blake Seymour.

Issues get cloudier—or could that be steamier?—when Angus meets Blake. It’s clear Blake has deep feelings for Lily, but it’s also obvious he can’t take his eyes off Angus. While Angus doesn’t find this at all unpleasant, he’s painfully aware Lily and Blake are perfect for each other, and that he doesn’t belong in their perfect world.

Now it’s up to Lily and Blake to convince Angus the only world that counts is the one they all create together.

Warning: This book should be enjoyed with a bottle of chilled white wine. You’ll need it to cool down when the heat among these three characters burns out of control.

Summer Wine: An excerpt

Desire, sweet and pure, burst through her. And Lily wanted. Just…wanted. Hungered for more. She shifted in her seat, ground down in an effort to subdue the sudden ache in her groin, the all-consuming need and emptiness.

It was all she could think about. All she could focus on.

Well, that and the taste of wine in her mouth. Rich, decadent wine, enough to intoxicate her.

Perhaps that explained her sudden need—greed—to be touched. To find satisfaction. Perhaps she was drunk. But then, explanations weren’t important. Not now. Not when that featherlight touch that set fire to her breast trailed down her sternum and lower, tantalizing her belly like it had her nipple, leaving scalding flames blazing in its wake.

“Are you thinking about him now, Lily?”

The question was whispered in her ear, warm breath fanning down her neck, making her tingle.

Thinking about whom?

“Do you see his face when I touch you? Imagine his eyes looking at you?”

Whose face? Whose eyes?

Blake’s? Or the dark, almost black eyes that haunted her nights?

She opened her own to find that same black gaze staring down at her, the same passion she felt blazing in their depths.

“Do you?”

She’d thought of Blake, but right now… “I see your eyes.” Wow. Where’d her breath go? Why did she struggle to talk? “Your face.”

And that was about as long as she could keep her eyes open. Her lids were too heavy to continue staring into that dead-sexy, dark gaze. Especially when his touch had moved. When he now trailed his finger along the inside of her leg. Her bare leg.

How’d it get there? Hadn’t her dress covered her leg? Did it matter?

The instant her eyes closed, he kissed her again. Molded his lips to hers and tangled their tongues together.

No one had ever kissed her like Angus did, ever made the world disappear or reality recede with just the simple press of his mouth to hers. No one had—

Oh, dear Lord!

His touch was no longer comprised of one finger. No, now it was his whole hand, tickling her inner thigh just inches from her very wet panties.

Lord, how had he reached so high? More importantly, when had her legs opened to allow him access?

Even as she wondered, she drew her thighs farther apart and whimpered into his mouth. Pulses of heat throbbed through her, her need reaching fever pitch. She almost jumped off the seat when he trailed his finger along the elastic of her panties.

“Easy,” he whispered.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Please, touch…me.”

His hand stilled. “Touch me…who?”

Who’d he think she wanted him to touch? “Touch me…me.”

An amused snort tickled her neck. “Say the name, Lily. Who do you want to touch you?”

  1. Blake too, but right now…Angus. Words eluded her. Need consumed her. She groaned in frustration.

“Just the name, Lily. It’s all I ask, and I’ll touch you.”

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So, wicked enough for you?

😉

(Summer Wine releases on the 20th of May at Samhain, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, or your favorite online bookstore!)

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Now…the part you’re all waiting for: Prizes.

Simply leave a comment here for your chance to win an ebook of your choice from my backlist.

Or, you can click this link for your chance to win the GRAND PRIZE:

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GOOD LUCK

Jess

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